⋆˙⟡ inked in nectar ⋆˙⟡ —
🍯 ꒰ sub!off the wall! m. jackson ﾒ black!fem reader ꒱
sunflower divider by 🌻🍯🐝— @kodaswrld
a/n —I had too much fun writing ts at 3 in the morning. Anddd…I may have gone a bit too freaky on this, but just know some ‘honey’ is involved 🍯.
Michael, oh how he loved getting his neck sucked on all the time by you, it was addicting.
everytime he visited your house y'all would end up just having a sleepover, and of course, some make out sessions from the lack of quantity time.
And oh boy, how much of a whimpering and moaning mess he was. His dick would be throbbing in his pants when you were on of him, slowly grinding against him.
He would moan and cry out your name like a chant across his tongue, eyes glued shut, trying to seize the moment.
Sometimes he’ll be too damn needy because he can't form words while your lips are sucking away on his neck.
“mmm…y’just don’t know how bad I needed this,” he moaned out, holding your waist tightly like you were going to stop.
Marking your territory was the best part—him complaining the next morning about it possibly being spotted in interviews or even by his parents.
“Angel, they're gonna see these in the interviews,” Michael looked in the mirror gently trying to rub away the hickey, but it creates a bigger red point. You grabbed his waist from behind and looked over his shoulder to see how big a mark you made last night, “hm, it’s ok, let them know who you belong to.” You kissed his shoulder.
You couldn't really care less, because in the moment he was all in for it—but never in for the consequences. How ironic.
But, if he didn't have any business stuff going on the next day, oh y'all had a field day in your house.
Everyone would be asleep, and it was you two, suckling on each other’s lips like this was y'all’s last supper. The make-outs always ended up with you in his lap and just sucking away at his neck.
You dug your nails in his afro, caressing his tight curls and tugging gently. Soft slurping and humming sounds filled the room, the noises aroused your boyfriend even more.
Each nibble you took at his neck you grinded harder around him, his breath hitched at your cunt rubbing on him through the fabric.
Michael thought giving each other’s hickeys and dry humping was a lost art—but oh no, y'all most definitely made multiple marks.
He loved how he looked like he could belong in a gallery from how many ‘signatures’ he had on him that night.
He would always beg you to suck his neck and you loved it. Hearing your name being moaned in your ear sent shivers running down your spine.
Your braids would always be covering your face so you would always hold them out of the way or attempt to tuck them behind your ear.
While he would be holding your braids you would start getting more touchy with him, leaving his aching neck to travel down to his abdomen. Lifting his shirt with your teeth—such a beautiful view.
Michael tried to help you but you didn't help, you were a big girl right? So let you do the things a big girl would for your angel.
“move yo hand” you asked him, still with his shirt in between your teeth. You then pinned his wrist to the sides of him, restraining him from touching you in any way, shape, or form.
Even though he hated how he couldn't get the access he wanted to you, oh how he loved how you took charge while being a bit bratty.
Once his shirt was completely above his vague abs, you reached for a jar of honey that was beside your bed hiding in between the dresser that you recently brought just for this moment.
Michael's eyes lit up at how you just pulled a honey jar out of nowhere, he was going to ask you why do you have that, but again, there's no questioning you when you know what you're doing.
As soon as you got it opened you reached for the honey dipper and drizzled the honey on his stomach, biting your lip as you watched it drip from the dipper onto his abdomen.
Your mouth watered at the sight, your boyfriend so needy and submissive underneath you, just waiting to see what you were gonna do next.
Once every drop was on him, you immediately dived in, slurping and sucking the stickiness off of him while still holding his wrist down.
You noticed he wasn't really saying anything so you let go of his wrist and held onto his sides instead. You looked up his shirt immediately flew to his mouth to muffle his moans.
Sometimes when he’s too in the moment he’ll be embarrassed by how loud he’d be, but you never cared, hearing your sweet boy was the only thing that mattered when it came to his pleasure.
“lemme hear you, baby,” you softly pinched on his sides, letting up from his stomach.
He was dead ass mesmerized by your tongue action, just slurping up the nectar straight from the source.
‘Is this how bees feel like?’ Michael could just imagine.
He slowly released the shirt from his mouth and let out a soft whimpering noise. Cheating heaving from long he’s been holding that in.
He truly didn't know what to do with his hands, help you with your braids, spread the honey, or just lie there helplessly.
He would just lay there watching how you just cleaned him up that fast. What else could that tongue do?
You let up from his stomach once more, you grabbed for the honey again and put some in your mouth, not too much, not too little—just right.
Michael immediately set up on his forearms, watching your every move. As you filled your mouth with the sweet nectar, some escaped from your mouth.
The honey glistening on your chin from the warm dim lights turned Michael on so bad. He wanted to eat you so bad.
You crawled to his face, biting your lips while trying to keep the honey in your mouth, Michael didn’t know what your next move was but he was prepared.
He reached to cup your jaw as you came in for a kiss. The sweet home danced on both of your taste buds, this was straight heaven.
You both moaned at the taste and the way you both chased the sweetness of the nectar in your mouths. “mmm, honey,” he mumbled into the kiss.
Honey and spit were now being swapped, you have never done this before but you damn sure bombed it for a first try.
Collecting honey in each other’s mouths was a good idea, bees being hungry and eager and never leaving a single drop of nectar behind.
You tugged at his fro, egging him on to keep kissing you, you both didn’t want this to end.
Your hand trailed down to his hard dick in his pants. He was soaked from the dry humping and the sight of you licking his abs clean.
His hand flew to caress your left titty, you gasped at the sudden grip on your chest. As he caressed your hardened nipples through your shirt, you then proceeded to untie his sweats and pulled them down as well as his soaked boxers just halfway down his thigh.
He was huge, all of his 7 ½ inches were pumping pre-cum from his peachy tip. Michael was as surprised as you were, he didn’t know how turned on he was until he saw the impact of how much you were doing to him, which really got him going.
You began stroking your boyfriend while swallowing his moans in your mouth. He let go of the kiss to watch how your hand was gripped around him—his mind was racing like crazy.
“mmm..angel—ngghh!” He cried out, his Adam’s apple exposed when his head flew up.
You took this as an opportunity to latch yourself onto his neck, and peppering kisses on his Adam’s apple. “y’like that, honey?” You whispered on his jawline. The new pet name made him choke on his moan.
He incoherently nodded at your dirty talking. “can’t hear you, pretty boy, speak up.” You stroked harder to get a louder moan out of him.
“yes, yes, I do—aaah!” You let out a breathy laugh as his moans interrupted him from making a complete sentence.
“y’doin so good f’me” you cooed in your boyfriend's ear, and then kissed his salty tears.
He could barely keep his eyes open, you stroking him with a harsh pace, kissing his jawline, and sucking on his neck like he’s honeysuckle.
Overstimulation was one of your favorites, but the honey?—was the icing on top.
As you stroked him harder his hips bucked upwards, ‘he’s close’ is all you thought. So, at the sight of him chasing your hand made you stroke him even harder.
“fuuuckk, angel, ngghh” pornographic moans left his mouth, he reached for your wrist as you fastened your pace.
“what’s wrong?” You looked up at his fucked out figure with puppy eyes and a slight pout. You tilted your head to get a better look at his face.
“is it too much?” You teased with a grin on your face. “d’you want me to stop?”
The word “stop” made him instantly look at you, your eye contact while still milking him like a cow was driving him insane.
“no, no, keep goin” he moaned out, trying to catch his breath. It was like you were sucking the soul out of him without even using your mouth.
y’gonna cum f’’me, hm?” you got up all in his face teasingly, staring at the beads of sweat traveling down his forehead.
He was going to say yes but he thought to just kiss you to muffle his moans from his release.
You both groaned and moaned in each other's mouths, it was like a competition on who could moan the loudest. He cupped your face while kissing you, as you were still pumping, his nectar dripped from his tip and onto your hand.
He let up from the kiss to see how much of a mess he had made, eyes rolling from the sight.
As he calmed down from his climax he looked at you with those eyes. Pushing you back on your bed, and spreading your legs. You yelped at how excited Michael was to now go down on you.
“s’my turn” he said all giddy, while pulling your legs onto his shoulder for support.
he traced his name on your clit through your shorts that were now soaked. “oh, how I missed tasting you,” your boyfriend cooed at the sweet sight.
